Nash Thomas
8A
Link to this poemIn the days of joy ,an array of festivals unfold A cluster of colours, joy and sounds. From springtime blooms to winters icicles, Each season has its own vibrance.
Autumn leaves fall, fiery red and gold. A harvest time approaches, gratitude overflows. Winters chill brings snowflake soft and light. A blanket of white that expels the beauty of the moon in night.
With each new festival, comes more joyful cheer, A celebration of life, love and year. Let’s embrace this array, And celebrate in the beauty of each passing day.